Door gunners pulling ammo
blazing Hell
while all alone on mission
blazing always and wide open

… then returning again and again
as targets
dying so bravely
fallen from the sky

for us
dying
brave pilots and gunners
Alone!

the blades spoke
‘papa… papa… papa says F…! You!
to and fro’
slanted flight and brave men

theirs… a sacred mission
and all about
attrition
fuppa fuppa wind and blast

the gunner has come home.